My family had just moved from an apartment into a house. I remember playing with one of my toy cars on the stairs when out of the blue a young girl appeared to me. The young girl said, "Why are you in my house?" I looked up at her and told her that this was my mother's house. The young girl smiled back at me and told me that it was not.
I remember there was something odd about this girl, but I wasn't exactly sure being a 4 or 5 years old at the time. Furthermore, she didn't appear to be like the kids I saw living in our old apartment building. I could see right through her and she moved very rapidly. One minute she was in front of me and seconds later right behind me. I recall thinking that this new friend of mine was real different. The girl appeared to be around ten or eleven years of age. She had long light hair that seemed to flow as if she were under water. Her eyes were very bright and friendly. As a kid of 4 or 5 I had to prove to this new friend of mine that this was my mom's house. So, I recall running down the steps shouting aloud that this girl said it was her house.
I remember my dad coming to my aid and I was pointing to the stairs where the girl was. My dad looked up the stairway and the girl was gone. I remember my dad looking at me and back up the stairs with a puzzled look on his face. In years passed I learned that the previous owners had a daughter who died as a child in the house from a long illness. I still remember these accounts today as an adult.